CHAPTER 4 ANNE'S PREGNANCY.

Anne's POV

I flung the door open—and froze.

“Haaaaa!” The scream tore from my throat before I could stop it.

There he was. My husband. On our bed.

Pounding into her as if I didn’t exist. I closed the door in sorrow. I can't watch the horrible sight of him betraying the love I have for him.

The next morning, he didn’t apologize. He didn’t even look guilty.

Instead, he dressed up quietly and left for work as if nothing had happened.

I just woke up, ate my food in silence, and stared at the empty space across the table.

Michael had completely shut me out—neglecting me—while spending his joy, his smiles, and his nights with Evie.

Having become a slave in my husband's house. I never know Micheal was just using me as temporary wife. As soon as her former woman arrived, he has totally shifted his attention to her. He didn't even bother about my well-being.

“How are you doing, my Anne?” I remembered he used to ask me anytime I am not happy. The tone of his voice is alluring enough to comfort a baby to sleep.

The same man now screamed at me. He threatened to torture and show me the negative side of him. Cold and calculated that he has recently become toward me, he didn't allow me to perform some duties to him anymore but it has been assigned to Evie.

One fateful morning I tried to cook for him, maybe he would get back at me. I woke up early, entered the kitchen to cook for him–delicious rice, garnished with green vegetables and some assorted meats. The aroma of the food was so much that I smiled when I finished it.

I set the table for dinner. Then I called him out to eat. By the time he reached the food, he yelled at me. I was terribly shaking with fear.

He pointed his finger to the food and turned to me. “What is this rubbish you cook?” His sudden outburst echoed across the entire house. I flinched. “I don't need you to cook for me. If I need a cook, I'll employ one.”

His words pressed down on my soul. I was terribly embarrassed. I took a deep breath as I swallowed the pain that it etched on me. I just stood motionless, speechless. I wanted to talk but my mind went blank.

After a few seconds I finally gained my voice “But, I am your wife….I cook for you as we usually did. You don't need…” I stammered, my voice low and shaking, before he interrupted me.

“I already have a chef!” He snapped, voice firm and unyielding.

“Here comes the great chef.” I heard a voice from behind. I turned back only to see Evie with a wide grin with a tray containing some diverse kind of meal.

“Here are the meals, sweetheart.” She said, her voice is laced with mocking tone. She walked toward us, placing the meal on the dining table one by one. When she had finished, she looked up, staring at Micheal. “You need to take away the trash…and eat my delicious food.” She took the food I prepared into the tray and blink to me.

I turned to Micheal who had started smiling at the sight of Evie. He slowly sank into the chair before her meal. Evie walked from my back to ward him. She stretched her hand to his shoulder, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek as he started eating her food. I swallowed the pain and walked away. I don't want them to see the pain in my eyes.

“I can't let a strange woman poison my husband.” Evie said, purposely throwing a shade at me. I didn't look back to give her a response but I'm sure I'm going to get revenge.

I started having nausea in my stomach that afternoon. It was a little one before which I am barely comfortably enduring it. But the last one came with a lot of pain.

“Ouuuch!” I groaned in pain as I clutched my hand on my stomach. “And I didn't eat anything detectable to this.” I whispered to myself. I bend down on the armchair. My mind had shifted from the television screen.

The last pang of pain almost seems like it will rip my stomach off. I ran inside the bathroom. I bent down and started vomiting. I looked up after a few minutes, feeling exhausted. I staggered out of the bathroom, slowly toward the armchair to rest upon.

Evie came out and screamed, “Please, what is all this vomiting?” She scornfully asked “Since you want to poison my husband but God didn't allow you.”

I glanced at her. I refused to answer her, but took the key of the car from the center-table.

I tried, managed myself outside to drive myself to the hospital. I entered the car and drove off.

I reached the hospital, bolted inside and approached the receptionist. She looked up when the sound of my shoe clicking against the polished floor. “I want to see the doctor, please.” I inquired as I stood in front of the lady, probably a nurse resulting from her uniform.

“Walk down the direction.” She said, pointing to the place. “The last office by the left.” She explained and I nodded my head in understanding her description.

“Thank you!” I said, walking toward the place.

I met the doctor and I was tested. I waited for an hour before the doctor arrived,with the test results in his hand.

“I'm sorry for keeping you late.” The doctor apologized, and sank into his chair facing me. I wasn't offended by that. It is their work.

“Congratulations.” He said, extending his hand for a handshake. I was surprised, I wasn't expecting something like that.

“Are you sure you're with my test results?” I asked him, in case it is another person's result.

“Yes” He snapped back, staring at me with a slight grin. “You're two months pregnant.”

I was shocked, and I flinched. I opened my mouth widely to express my surprise. The doctor handed the test slip to me. I accepted it and stared at it. It was true. Two months pregnant.

“You need to take some rest often and eat a good diet properly.” He advised me, I nodded locking my gaze on the slip. “Don't forget to come for your ante-natal.” He added.

I looked up and forcefully uttered, “Alright Sir.” I stood up to take my leave. My mind is warring inside me. “Was it news of joy or sadness?” I asked inside me. I left the hospital, and headed for home. I reached home and sat down. I was pondering how to tell Micheal that I am finally pregnant after his ex-fiancee moved in with us.

The door pushed open, I turned to the door. Micheal step inside, sank into the armchair as he took a deep breath. I stood up and hand him the slip. He hesitantly accepted it, staring at it before he barked at me.

“What?” He shouted, his eyes boiling with intense fury. “You cannot be pregnant! You cannot! It's not possible.” He insisted, shaking his head as he angrily stood up on me.

I stood up and took my ground. “The pregnancy is yours. You can't deny it.” My voice is stern and steady. “In our three year marriage, we strive to have a child but we have no answer. Now that God has answered our prayer, you decided to reject it. I can't believe this.”

“Who told you I am looking for a child?” He asked me and I froze. His voice firm. “I never need any fucking child. I have been using protection since we got married. Either you abort it or you take care of it alone, it is left to you.” He blatantly rejected the pregnancy.

“Wait,” I screamed, laced with amazement. “You're using protection to prevent us from having a child…. You're still the one following me to the hospital to check up on my inability to conceive.” The word came out slowly.

“I'm sorry for that,” He apologized coldly, tinged with arrogance. “Since my Evie has come back now, you have no space here anymore.”

He admitted, walking sluggishly to sink into the armchair.

“Micheal, tell me you're joking.” I urged him. “Look into my eyes and tell me it is a lie. Tell me, talk to me.”

He stood up, face devoid of emotions and replied with a sneer. “It was true, everything.”

“But why?” I asked, voice cracking with sorrow.

“It is because you're not his wife.” Evie said as she walked down from the stairs. Her voice tinged with disdain. She looked at me with hatred, standing beside Micheal.

My eyes are filled with unshed tears. He threw the pregnancy test to me, so I grabbed it. I stared at it but my vision was blurred from the unshed tears.

“Micheal, you're a bloody devil! A hell traitor.” I began to weep, shouting at him. “I'm not leaving. This is my house, I'm not going anywhere.” I protested.

Evie took a few steps forward, pointing at me, her eyes burning with anger. “You're the bloody devil. Anne, this is my husband's house.”

“It's a lie!” I spat. “I'm not leaving.”